Lees Laughter Lab

I’ve been doing it wrong this whole time?

I have been using it as a turn on button.

A volume adjust button.

A vibration button.

And a “speak”/“beg” button.

Are you sure there aren’t just multiple buttons down there?

That's all. I'll put it on the timer here, see. Just 5 minutes of sweet tickles, you can handle that, can't you?

Arms up. So good for me, aren't you? We'll get you nicely tied down. You look so pretty like this. Here's how it's gonna go. One minute of each. Armpits. Ribs/sides. Tummy/Hips. Legs. Feet. That's all.

Now here's the catch. Eyes on me, sweetheart.

That's it. Let me see that pretty face. I want you to look at me as I tickle your pretty body. I want to watch that blush grow on your face, see how flustered you are, see how those eyes widen as you giggle and squirm under me. And I want you to see how much I enjoy taking you apart. How much I revel in coaxing every ticklish reaction out of you.

Eyes on me. As I start to spider my nails down your wrists, each second getting closer and closer to those helpless, stretched out pits? Does it tickle, darling? Yeah? Good, we're just getting started.

"OMG, stop, what are you doing?! People will HEAR!" Uh... Yeah. Sounds distinctly like a 'you' problem. Have you tried being, you know... Less ticklish? 😂

“right there? yeah?? poor baby”

a REALLY needy Lee is not only shy about asking for tks but also quiet (almost mute for a day) and only leaves lil hints

too shy for your own good

This one kinda became facedown and armpits focused towards the end... can't imagine why 😂

You were quiet. Very quiet. Which wasn't always unusual, but it was at this extent. You'd been needy, but somewhat distant. Physically clingy but not wanting to talk. Wanting cuddles but barely saying a word.

At first I was concerned. Then, it clicked. You were flustered. Maybe trying to build up the courage to ask, maybe content with dropping hints. You were barefoot, after all. Wearing shorts. And you kept stretching in various ways, constantly wanting things from the top shelves.

And here you were, curled up on my lap on the sofa, quietly demanding the tightest cuddles ever. Each time I moved my arm to get a drink, I'd hear that little huff. And when I wrapped it back around you, you'd squeeze it so tightly. Only this time, you subtly directed my hand to your tummy as you cuddled it back in. Clever.

I could just tickle you now. Give you exactly what you want and have that be that. Or, we could make it more fun...

"Hey, come sit." I guided, pulling you up beside me so we were sat cross legged, facing each other on the sofa. You huffed and whined, but obliged, "What's going on, darling? You've been so quiet today, you've needed lots of cuddles, not that I'm complaining about the cuddles but is everything okay?" I asked, reaching out to place one hand on your knee.

You nodded, then hesitated, then nodded again, looking down. I cupped your cheek in my hand and guided your eyes up to meet mine again. "Hey, eyes on me. You know I'm here for you. You can tell me anything, right? If you're upset, if you're angry, if you're not feeling good, if you... want something?"

You caught my smirk and immediately blushed as I continued, "those pretty feet are out, you see. And you're wearing shorts. And you've been stretching, I've seen that adorable bellybutton a lot today." I smiled fondly, stroking your hair as you whined and hid your face in your hands.

"Ah, ah, ah. Let's see that pretty face, hey?" I soothed, taking your hands and holding them, my thumbs stroking your wrists. I could feel your pulse quickening beneath my touch, see you starting to squirm. "Does someone want tickles?"

You looked like you just wanted to curl up in a ball and hide. It was adorable. Made me want to tickle you all the more. Avoiding my eye, you nodded. "Use your words, darling." I smiled. You mumbled out a "yes", still looking down at our hands. "Yes, what, sweetheart? Tell me what you want."

"I... please?" You muttered, glancing back up at me again. I'd push the tiniest bit more, knowing full well you may not get the word out. If you managed, reward tickles and praise. If not, comfort tickles and teases for being so shy. You got what you wanted either way.

"You can do it, sweetheart, it's okay." I encouraged.

Option A:

"Please tickle me?" You muttered, face flushing more than I'd ever seen.

"You did it! Awww, you're so good for me, so brave. Come here, give me that tickly tummy." I growled playfully, pinning you to the sofa and rolling up your shirt ever so slowly.

Option B:

"I can't." You squeaked, hiding your face.

"Aww darling, it's okay! You're just too flustered, aren't you? Come here, let me see that tickly tummy." I soothed, smiling playfully as I cuddled you, before pinning you to the sofa and rolling up your shirt ever so slowly.

Your eyes widened as I exposed that sensitive skin, and you squeaked as my nails touched down, your tummy quivering under my touch. I spidered slowly, lightly across your tummy, tracing my nails out to your sides, making you squirm. The spidering nails grew faster, ticking up to those ribs and making you arch your back, then all the way down to the waistline of your pants, making you buck your hips in ticklish despair.

"So ticklish, aren't you, sweetheart? Let me hear that pretty laugh, darling. I know it's in there somewhere. You've been so quiet today, I'm not gonna stop until you're a squealing, babbling mess." I teased, moving down to squeeze and scribble against your legs, sliding my hands slightly up your shorts to get the tops of your thighs. You kicked, bucking and squirming as my nails spidered under the backs of your knees, leaving no ticklish skin untouched.

I slid further down your legs and twisted around, scribbling at those poor soles before you'd even had the chance to register what was coming next. Surprised, you squealed, trying to tug your feet away to no avail. "That's much better, nice and loud for me there, weren't you. Let's see if we can keep it that way!" I teased, spidering under your toes as you shrieked, pulling a cushion over your face to muffle the sound.

"Such pretty tickly toes." I teased, holding those toes back and scribbling underneath on each foot in turn. Then I stopped. Stood. Waited. You fell right into my trap, taking your chance to escape by flipping over, about to stand up and run.

I jumped back onto you, pinning you on your tummy, facedown with nowhere to go. "Thank you for doing my job for me." I teased, whispering right into your ear from behind. Your arms were already up from where you'd fell, hitting at the cushions either side of your head. I straddled you again, leaning right over you and blowing and whispering in your ears as my fingers slid back up your shirt, creeping slowly up your sides. Your squirms got bigger, the giggles more desperate.

"Your ears are so red, darling. Must be blushing so much... its very flustering being stuck like this, isn't it? Unable to see where my tickly fingers are going, just having to lay there and giggle for me. You're doing so well. You're so pretty when you're all ticklish for me." I teased, crawling my nails up further still, dangerously close to those sensitive pits.

You started to beg. Thrash around. Desperately scream into the cushions. "Interesting, darling. I'm hearing a lot of "No, no, nos" and "not there's" but I'm not hearing any safewording. Plus, you wanted this remember? You were trying to hard to be good and ask for your tickles all day, weren't you?"

You squealed into the cushion again, kicking your feet in protest. "Aww, I know, my darling. It tickles so much doesn't it? You're just too ticklish aren't you, especially in these vulnerable armpits? You're doing so well, sweetheart. So good for me as I just tickle tickle tickle up here... just a little bit more."

My fingers brushed against the hollows of your armpits and its almost as if you short circuited. You shook in my arms, ticklish laughter wracking your body despite being muffled by you hiding your face in the cushions. My fingers continued, relentlessly tickling at your armpits as you squealed and begged. I stayed there, persisting, whispering in your ear about helplessly ticklish you are.

"Such tickly armpits, I know... poor baby." I teased, my nails rhythmically brushing the hollows of the pits as you thrashed. Then I started moving my hands again. Round and round, every inch of those poor pits, playing out ever so slightly to those underrated tickle spots, where the armpit meets the arms and the skin is so soft, where the armpits meet the ribs, meet the back.

As your laughter turned silent, I felt your breathing becoming laboured. I slowed my fingers, jusy enough to keep you giggling under my touch.

"There, you did so good, sweetheart. Should we let you have a rest?" I soothed, my fingers slowing to a stop as you nodded, still giggling. I climbed off you and sat you up, putting a drink in your hands, which you took gratefully.

You noticed me watching you, and innocently asked what I was looking at. "You're just adorable when you're all breathless like that from the tickles." I grinned, and your blush deepened again as you drank. I sat down beside you and pulled you into a cuddle, turning our attention back to the TV.

Something about saying the word "tickle" during teases just seems to make lees even more flustered!

Aww, does it tickle?

So ticklish, aren't you?

Such a tickly *spot*

Have we found a tickle spot?

I know, darling, it tickles so much, doesn't it?

All this squirming/blushing/giggling and I'm barely even tickling you!

You're taking these tickles so well!

Let's just tickle tickle tickle this cute *spot*

Its meant to tickle sweetheart, that's the point!

Then, a warm feeling spreading from the tips of their wiggling fingers to your chest, as you feel the first drags of their nails on your spots. Your body reacts instantly. It tenses momentarily and pulls on the bonds that keep you in place. But you aren't really trying to get away... You're in this position willingly, after all.

As their fingers speed up a bit, the ticklish feeling becomes more intense forcing your mouth open, and the first giggles burst through, like water in cracked dam. Your giggles are a bit strained, still, as if you're trying to keep them in. But there's no point.

The grin on their face turns wicked as they really get into it. Using precise, targeted strokes on your most ticklish spots. Your giggles turn into full blown laughter now. Uncontrollable and free, since you've stopped trying to stay silent. It really tickles. But that warm feeling hasn't left your chest. Even as your reactions turn more wild, your face shows a hint of desperation and your limbs try to get free, you're still loving this. They keep you in this state for a while... Skillfully targeting the spots that they know will drive you crazy. And just when you're on the edge, they ease up again.

Your laughter dies down, turning into a mixture of soft giggles and breathless pants. The calm before the storm...

Cause it's time for the final part of your "torment". They paused just to get the tools... You know which ones. And they do too.

They start abruptly, forcing a yelp followed by a scream, as your body tenses again. And that's when the first pleas come out... Your face turns bright red, your voice gets more desperate and your laughter burst through. Hysterical and eventually, desperate...

You keep begging, asking for mercy or a respite.

one day I will come up with something to say after I tell a ler to ‘wait’

Hey ticklish girl, what’s your favorite scary movie?

Ask @happydayz101 how normal she was when she saw me like this 😏

That you're super easy to fluster...

That you've got the cutest giggle.

That you're super squirmy when you feel a bit sensitive.

That the word "tickle" makes you freeze and get butterflies in your tummy.

That hovering my fingers above that tummy will make your face all red.

That having that shirt rolled up makes you whine and wriggle.

That your pretty tummy quivers under the gentlest touch.

That asking you to hold your arms up will make your pretty eyes all wide.

That the anticipation of fingers gliding up your arms is enough to make you hide your face.

That having fingers tracing those armpits makes you giggle and squeal.

That spidery nails on your thighs and knees makes you weak.

That a single nail stroking up and down those feet can make your whole legs shake.

That you look so pretty when you're laughing.